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you can drive all night looking for answers in the pouring rain
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chapter one
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She missed carbonated water, mostly. Blood was thick, kind of like eggnog in texture. It was bursting with flavor, and was the only thing that truly sated the burn—but Bree sometimes missed the fizzy water she’d get at the gas station with her dad. She wasn’t allowed to drink soda, her dad claiming it was too much sugar.
She ignored that rule a lot as she got older, especially when he made it clear he didn’t care much for her health when he was hitting her.
The sparkling water she got in it’s place always tasted like water, but the aftertaste of the flavored sparkling water was always bizarre in the best of ways.
There was no music in this car, and no fizzy water for her when they stopped to get gas. Bree had half a mind to make a break for it, her mind drifting to Fred—to the yellow eyed clan who’d let her surrender.
It was unlikely Jane would let her get anywhere. The girl sat beside her, impassive—the way she’d been the entire ride, since she’d gotten a look at Bree’s face. They seemed wary almost, these Volturi, like a wrong move would be very bad.
Bree took her cues from them, and counted the water droplets on the window.
The car started again, Felix slipping back into the driver’s seat without a word. He was the only one that could drive, Bree suspected. Alec and Jane looked to be the same age as Bree herself. Looks could be deceiving, Bree knew, but physically they were the same age.
Bree watched the trees as they blurred past, dubious she’d be seeing them again anytime soon.
“When he sees her—“ Felix began, only to be cut off by an irate Jane.
“If he sees her and doesn’t see what I did, it will be taken care of,” said Jane sharply.
What if when he sees me—her dead heart would have fluttered as her thoughts raced by had she been alive, suddenly terrified that he they spoke of could be anything. What if he was mean? Nothing but a cruel bully? What if, what if—Bree’s chest swelled with anxiety, as a horrifying thought crossed her mind. What if he saw her, and he didn’t like her? What if when he saw her, he didn’t see what Jane saw? Worst of all, what if he saw what she saw, and then he didn’t like it once he knew her?
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On the plane, Bree’s thirst was nearly insatiable—and not once did she crave anything but the strawberry fizzy water she’d get at the gas station.